Chapter 33 f The Finale

Holding onto the bars, Derson spat over his shoulder at Iggy, “you’ve really fucked up!”

Iggy took another hit at Jim’s moaning face and he grinned. “Well, you got in my way,” he returned.

“No!” Derson growled. “All of this! We’re caught! Can’t you see that? One of us is going to die!”

With a sudden cringe, Iggy stopped and stood upright. Derson was right. Firmin was on his way, and Iggy could feel him even before he entered the auditorium. The fun was nearly over. He frowned and faced the direction of the auditorium doors.

Right under Iggy’s nose, Derson approached Jim and held out a hand. Jim scrambled up to his feet and flung his remaining arm around Derson’s shoulder. He whispered in Derson's ear, “how am I still alive? He hit me, didn’t he? How am I still alive?”

“Don’t get handsy with me, Doc,” Derson warned. “Even though I’m helping you, you did some jacked up shit.” He peeled Jim’s hand off of his shoulder, and shoved him away by the collar of his shirt.